170/Once Upon A Time In Brooklyn

Once Upon A Time In Brooklyn
Date of Scene:	28 February 2020
Location:	Brooklyn
Synopsis:	Melissa, Alexander, and Leon stop a robbery in progress. Sanjeev gets more used to his powers and trusts heroes less.
Cast of Characters:	Sanjeev Bassi, Leon O'Malley, Melissa Gold, Alexander Aaron

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Sanjeev Bassi has posed:
    Thunk.

    Landing on the rooftop of the abandoned building in a half-crouch with his left knee on the ground, Sanjeev was suddenly thankful that he had decided to add the black shin and kneepads to the ensemble he was wearing tonight. He had learned his lesson from one of his previous nights out testing his abilities when he had taken a landing a little too hard and had wound up with a bit of a limp for the next week. It was true that if he wanted to, he could have just "walked" to where he was in Brooklyn, but the point of running actual test was to use the abilities once he got to the testing location. And ever since his first trip into the fourth dimension left him trapped there for several months, he could not bring himself to trust using it to travel so cavalierly. It didn't matter that it had not felt that long to him in the fourth dimension. It had cost him valuable time. Not to mention his family almost had every authority alerted to the fact their son had gone missing. In a family of Indian immigrants, being out of contact for more than a day was grounds for raising the National Guard.

    The falling rain had long since soaked into his hair, the strands becoming dark locks as they soaked together, framing the black domino mask he wore over his tanned features. As he rose, water dripped down his jawlin to his chin before it dropped to the collar of his long black coat that hung open and down to his calves. As he rose to his feet, he tested the black hybrid armor visible on his torso from his open coat, tapping against it with one of his gloved hands. It seemed that it would hold against impacts the way it should. Though, hopefully, it would not be necessary.

    As he walked toward the edge of the roof, he hestitated. Vertigo caused his stomach to move in knots. Of course it would. He was no hero. Standing on top of a multi-story building was the stuff of madmen and attempted suicides. Pushing past the feeling in his stomach, he could hear a crash across the street below. Taking a few steps, he sunk into a crouch. People robbing a bank? How cliche. He wouldn't stop them, but he could at least use them for testing. Rummaging in an inside pocket of his long coat, he withdrew a digital recorder.

    "Test Phase 3058-E," he intoned softly into the device as he brought it close to his mouth. "Attempting extended range test of fourth-dimensional vision."

    Taking a deep breath, he focused into his eyes. The walls and floor below him melted away to his eyes and he could see the homeless squatters below him in the building, people off to the side in other buildings, the teeming masses of Brooklyn in his vicinity all at once. It was like looking at a map from the sky with nothing to hinder his vision. Fighting off the wave of nausea he began to feel, Sanjeev took a deep breath. If this had been him a year ago, he would have decorated the rooftop with his vomit. Some things did get better with time.

    "Initial Phase successful. Attempting focused reconnaissance."

    Focusing in front of him, he attempted to extend the range to the building across the street. One, two, three, four people had broken into it? Well, things could be worse. The place was probably insured. Authorities could take care of it. Look deeper. Bags of tools. Probably to break into the vault or something. Things he didn't know much of. Well, it wasn't his problem.

Leon O'Malley has posed:
A few moments later, as Sanjeev disconnects himself from the crime in progress, Leon, wrapped in a black mass with a white spider design wrapping his torso and white wisps randomly surging about all over the costume as if on random whims, whips around the building Sanjeev is crouched on, hanging from a long black web, "No time, if he's still there when we're done, we'll deal with him then." Said to seemingly no one just barely loud enough for Sanjeev to hear. Dropping from the web line, he fires off another pair and cannonballs in through the same window the robbers smashed, crashing shoulder first into one as he lands in a slide along the ground and battering him across the room, immediately alerting the other four.

Melissa Gold has posed:
    "OK, free ride's over." Melissa, dressed for her nighttime hobby between bouncing jobs and working on spec at various warehouses, shouts into Alexander's ears to be heard over the wind noise. "This is where I go into action."
    The shattered glass on the street. The dark figures within. This is her bailiwick and Alexander can feel that tightening of her body as she prepares for action.
    Dropping him off on the roof of the building the robbery was taking place in, she steps off the edge and plummets, spreading her sonic wings wide at just the last second to swoop into the room, pulling them in and rolling across the floor to put off anything aimed there before jumping up and landing in the middle of an open space.
    "Surrender now or face my spite," she says calmly. Oh God, please don't surrender. I so need the workout.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    The drop, the roll, a clean deployment that ends with Alexander gaining his feet with a minimum of fuss. A few quick silent strides take him over to the side of the building and he skids to a stop to say sidelong, even as she plummets. "Good hunting." And then she's gone, over the edge, off into the mayhem.
    The youth doesn't look like he's there to fight crime, still wearing civvies as it were, with sneakers and blue jeans and a hoodie. Though that rain gains his attention for a second as he lifts his eyes upwards, then pulls the hood of his sweat shirt up over his head. It ends with him kneeling beside the small wall that borders the rooftop, preventing one from skidding off into the abyss. But it also makes it a little hard to see. So with a casual grace, Alexander flips over the side, and starts to shimmy down. If only to get a better point of view.

Sanjeev Bassi has posed:
    With the arrival of multiple metahumans, Sanjeev could feel himself getting nervous. If there were this many of them, it was likely that there could be some /real/ collateral damage here. While he did not agree with his father's hatred of all metahumans, he could not argue with the fact that people with special abilities (especially ones that specialized in combat fields) had a massive amount of destructive potential that could hurt uninvolved people easily. But, the opportunity to be able to test his abilities in a more rigorous setting was too good to be true. Sanjeev could "see" Leon coming from off to the side behind him before he whipped past to swing through the broken window. The hero's words were cryptic, but it did seem to mean that maybe Sanjeev was overstaying his welcome. Still, he stayed in his crouched position with the recorder at his mouth, testing his sight.

    "Test has shown that even when focusing on fine details, peripheral sight in the fourth dimension is not affected," he said softly without emotion. "Perhaps this is related to the fact that my body does not exist when moving through it, so the same restrictions do not apply when attempting to use the vision. Will require further future testing. Continuing current test on vision details."

    Meanwhile, the henchmen who were expecting a peaceful night simply breaking into the vault were met with not just one hero, but multiple.

    "I thought the boss said that this was going to be an easy job!" one wailed aloud.

    "There wasn't supposed to be anyone around here," exclaimed another as he kicked over a desk for cover. "The boss already disabled security earlier today!"

    "Shut your pieholes and get your guns out!" a third one exclaimed before he dove behind another desk, drawing a handgun and aiming at Leon while other aimed at Melissa. "If you don't want to go to jail, then do something!"

    "Your spite ain't shit compared to the Boss!" a fourth one exclaimed before they opened fire. "He's probably watching us right now!"

Leon O'Malley has posed:
As Melissa arrives, sonics blasting to her entry, Leon recoils, his suit rippling violently until she shuts the wings off, "Ghhhaa, cant you just use a jetpack like a normal person?" Comes the hellish overlaying sound of a human voice and some growling gurgling eldritch horror.

    As the minions scramble, Leon straightens up, and arm coming up and a black tendril shooting out at the goon aiming at Melissa, no concern given to the one aiming at him as the bullets impact uselessly into the suit, dropping out a moment later as if flowing out of crude oil, and snatching the pistol from him, the tendril retracting and merging back into the suit like flowing water.

    Leon twirls the pistol into a readied aim and fires a trio of warning shots into the desk the goon aiming at him is using as cover, "The next one hurts! Last chance."

Melissa Gold has posed:
    Leon's voice makes Melissa do a twisting leap to one side that changes her facing and, again, in case of beads drawn on her, spoils aim.
    "Aw, man! Tall, dark, and slimey! You're gonna cramp my style!" She doesn't add the word 'again'. She doesn't need to.
    Her decision to dodge and face was well-selected. The bullet spangs its way past her instead of into her, as the wailing henchman takes a desperate shot against the hero that seems more ... approachable somehow. (How wrong he is!)
    "We'll talk later, Blackie. I got a floor to wash with the blood of bad guys."
    Her sonics briefly flare before she remembers and shuts them down again. Dammit. Well, she always was the hands-on type.
    Moving impossibly quickly, bounding impossibly far, she's suddenly, from the whining one's perspective standing right in his face, inside his pistol arm. The one that's suddenly limp and useless as a horrible-sounding snap emanates from his upper arm where it's caught between her arm and her torso.
    Pause.
    Melissa growls. The thug faints, from pain and, given the sudden scent of ammonia, fear.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    Feather light and lightning quick, the Olympian makes that descent, dropping down and landing in a crouch, not even dislodging a bit of the masonry that's been broken by the attention of the heroic worthies. He holds there, head tilted to the side curiously as he gets a gander at what passes inside, then makes a single sound of, 'hnh.'
    Alexander, for his part, definitely doesn't make as big of an entrance as either Songbird or Leon, considering he appears in the entryway made by the other heroes though just at the edge with a fair amount of cover. He does hold up a hand to wave a touch even as he lifts his voice enough to say, "Hey, don't mind me. Just here to sorta watch." Since really, with Songbird there, and that spider-guy, they should probably have it well in hand.
    Yet that doesn't leave Alexander entirely safe as the bullets start flying. He, sensibly, takes cover. Back against the wall and casually watching through the reflection of a broken bit of glass, he'll at least try and cover to make sure nothing untoward happens.
    And then there's that resonant snap as the thug suffers a brief painful encounter with Screaming Mimi. If she spares a glance back in his direction she might even catch Alexander holding a hand out and waggling it side to side as if to say, 'meh'.

Sanjeev Bassi has posed:
    As Sanjeev watched, as soon as the fight started it seemed to end. The thug whose arm was broken passed out cold, and the one who Leon fired warning shots at stood up and dropped his weapon. It appeared their spirits had been quickly broken, though whether that was due to Leon's fearsome appearance or Melissa's cruelty was anyone's guess.

    "I don't get it," one of the remaining thugs said aloud to the other one as they both stood up to surrender as well. "Boss said he was going to watch us to make sure the job went well. That we'd be covered if something happened." Could it be that there was still another piece in play that Leon and Melissa hadn't seen as yet? Where could this boss of theirs be?

    "Hero subjects are very fast," Sanjeev said softly into the recorder as he kept looking at the scene with his fourth dimensional sight. "Looking at a scene through the fourth dimension does not seem to confer any sort of beneficial effect to see objects moving more quickly. So far only helps seeing through objects. See Experiment 1322-B. Posited hypothesis: it may be possible to see beyond the masks metahumans wear, but would probably not be worth the trouble to experiment on. Will leave this thought in the pile possible experiments to perform when there is no potential for widespread destruction due to lack of knowledge in how to control these abilities of mine."

    Stepping back from the edge of the rooftop, Sanjeev took a deep breath. It seemed that the metahumans in the bank had the situation well in hand. Though, how heroic they were was up for debate. Who snaps someone's arm like that with no hesitation? He couldn't help but shudder slightly. Maybe it was just because of the damp and cold of the rain rather than Melissa's relishing injuring people. Either way, unless the heroes chose to stop him, he had no business here. Already he could feel the dread creeping up in his spine if he had missed his father's phone calls while he was out doing this testing. Vijay had the habit of calling at the most inopportune times...

Leon O'Malley has posed:
As Alexander pops out to wave, Leon speaks up, "Get out or get down, kid!" Despite not looking at him, this really can only be aimed Alex's way. Melissa's arm snapping gets a slight flinch from him, "Ooh, that sounded like it hurt...A lot." As the goons surrender and mention their boss watching, Leon shoots another tendril out that snatches up the other gun, "Your boss?..." He tilts his head a bit then tosses the guns to Melissa, "Make sure they dont go anywhere. Need to check something..." He says as he turns and walks outside, stopping for just a moment to stare at Alexander on his way by.

    As he gets outside, he stops and looks up at the rooftop Sanjeev had just backed away from. Another tendril shoots out, and Leon zips up to the ledge, landing in a stand atop it, "You." Comes the horrible demon overlay voice as he sights down Sanjeev.

Melissa Gold has posed:
    "Did you hear that boys?" It's unclear if she means the instructions Leon left or the painful-sounding snap of her goon's arm. "You're in my tender care now." The former. Or maybe the latter too? "So, here's what we're gonna do. We're gonna--and by 'we' I mean 'you'--lie down there on the floor, right in that open area, and we're--you're--going to put arms behind our heads with interlaced finger or we're--you're--going to have a really bad day as I unleash the other stuff I haven't even tried yet at you."
    She smiles pleasantly. It's more horrible when the smile is pleasant after a threat of intense violence, after all.
    "Whaddya say? You with me?"

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    The answer from Alexander to Leon is just to smile happily, pleasantly, with a friendly warmth in those green eyes. Perhaps there's a smidge of the nonplussed to his manner, but he's putting a good face on it as he steps into the area proper, hands in his jean pockets and his footsteps light. Definitely seems out of place, though with his over-sized clothes and that ragged mop of blond hair.
    The complains of the criminals are heard and he even seems to nod along with one of them as if agreeing with them. Yet he continues walking across the way, glass crunching under his feet at points, though he steps around some other debris.
    Over toward the fallen, the one that Songbird had dropped. He casually nudges the now soaked and wounded criminal, just making sure he is well and truly out. He does, however, end up moving to stand near Melissa and leans in to murmur something quietly in a way that likely doesn't carry.

Sanjeev Bassi has posed:
    "So, that concludes this experiment. Reminder to spend some more time working up a functional hypothesis to apply Time-Independent Perturbation Theory to power application." With that, Sanjeev pressed a button on the recorder with his thumb to cease the recording function. He was just about to return back to his normal vision when he saw the tendril shoot from the bank building to attach to the one he was standing on. There was just enough time to turn to see Leon perched atop the ledge looking at him.

    "Uh...hello there, Mr. Scary-Demon-Thingy," he said with his voice wavering slightly as he stuffed the recording device into his long coat's internal pocket. "What a pleasure to see...you...here? This evening?"

    Sanjeev was practically radiating fear. Not only was he face-to-face with another metahuman, this one most /certainly/ did not look friendly. Though, perhaps this was a better situation than that woman who broke that other man's arm. Given the choice, the guy in the jeans seemed like the most friendly.

    "If there's nothing super important, I really should be getting back home..." he said with a sheepish grin and a wave of his hand.

    Meanwhile on back in the bank, the henchmen all looked at each other, then proceeded to march straight to the exact pointed at spot and get on the floor. "Yes, Ma'am." They really seemed like they wanted no part in whatever kind of punishment was in store for them if they didn't comply. Jail would probably be a mercy by comparison.

Leon O'Malley has posed:
Leon steps down from the ledge, stalking towards Sanjeev as tendrils begin to wriggle out from his back, arching towards Sanjeev, "Oh no, I'm afraid this is very important, cant wait..." He pivots to begin circling Sanjeev, slowly inching closer, "We noticed you watching while we did all the work down there....See, the thing is, those goons said their boss was nearby, watching them...Quite the coincidence, wouldn't'cha say?" The tendrils begin stretching out towards Sanjeev like inky black fingers, "So...You have ten seconds to make your case to me...Before you'll need to make your case to the authorities..."

Melissa Gold has posed:
    "Now," Melissa purrs as she walks around the pair, like a cat staring at a wounded bird, deciding if she wants to eat it or not, "you mentioned a boss. Let's have a brief conversation about your boss."
    Leon being out, she feels free to fire up her sonics, the red gems glowing as the power ramps up. "Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way. The easy way is you talk. The hard way is you feel a whole lot of pain, then you talk. Make no mistake, you will be talking either way. The only choice remaining you is how much it hurts first."
    She crouches next to the one who seems most afraid, gently patting his back. "You. I'll start with you. Tell me a bit more about your boss, OK? Like a name. A place where he can be found. That kind of thing."
    Alexander gets a glance over and a snort escapes her, ruining a bit of the feline threat factor before she stifles that.
    ~Not the time, Alex!~ she mouths, her face more amused than annoyed. Thankfully the thugs can't see her suppressing a grin, and failing, or her image would be totally screwed.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    A half-smile is given across the way to Songbird, but then the youthful looking deity crosses his arms over his chest and settles back against the wall, arms settled, shoulders relaxed, and then his legs at the ankles. A casual glance is given to each of the thugs in turn, pondering various aspects of them assuredly but content to keep his counsel to himself.
    The cellphone slips from his pocket and he swipes it to life with the brush of his thumb as he brings up the data display and casually starts to thumb through this notification there, a message there, just flick flick flick with his thumb as Songbird works her maniacal magic.

Sanjeev Bassi has posed:
    Shit. This scary hellspawn creature thing thought that he was related to those goons they trashed? Great. And him without a way to explain what he was doing up here. A late night stroll in Brooklyn? Across from a bank being robbed? And the thing that could exonerate him was a recording of detailed information about all his abilities. Like hell he could give that up.

    "Yeah, you're right, that's one hell of a coincidence!" Sanjeev replied cheerfully, trying not to let his voice waver. "I mean, not everyone on rooftops are bad people. Weren't you all on rooftops before? You should probably go look for that boss guy they were talking about. They probably weren't referring to a bystander like me."

    Yeah, a bystander wearing all black, with armor padding, and a domino mask. Sigh.

    Slowly, he let his focus start to build as he let his sight slip into the fourth dimension once again. The demon creature thing's location was obvious, but he wanted to make sure he kept tabs on the other two in the bank just in case they decided to join the party on the rooftop. The demon seemed more restrained than the woman. He liked his limbs intact.

    The henchman singled out by Melissa shivered. "Boss is strong! Yeah! Strong! And smart! And...! And...!" His jaw working for a while, he attempted to come up with more superlatives for their benefactor.

    "And we never met him," one of the other henchmen finished. "You guys can fall on your swords for this guy if you want. This bitch is crazier than he is!" Craning his neck up at Melissa from the floor, he continued. "The guy hired us onto his crew online. He seemed to know what he was doing with security and promised easy money for an easy job, so we took it."

Leon O'Malley has posed:
Leon stares blankly at Sanjeev and his obvious lie for several seconds. Then the tendrils snatch at him.

Melissa Gold has posed:
    The word that escapes Melissa's lips is distinctly unladylike. "This is the part I hate," she says to Alexander. "I mean I offered to let them get away pain-free, but you know how it is. Tough guys and chicks. Can't be seen losing to one of us."
    She looks around for something unimportant and showy. Hmmm. They've already broken one window. What's another?
    "Guys, look up over at that window there, you know, next to the one you broke getting in?" Well, she assumes that's what happened.
    The pane of glass shatters, once they look up, as Songbird sings her song, the pink emanations of her sound force pulverizing the window to literal dust. "Imagine what that does to bones?" she asks the pair conversationally. Casually. "Sound like a fun time?"

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    At the confession from that thug, that actually manages to get Alexander's attention as he looks up from the small black cellphone in his hand and stops swiping in that instant. He glances towards the entryway where the heroes leapt through, then back to the thud and asks casually, "Was it like a URL you guys went to or did you get in contact some other way?" Perhaps intending to help with the case. Or perhaps just wanting the URL of a place to hire a thug, in case he needed to down the line.
    But then Melissa looks over at him and he meets her gaze with raised eyebrows. Then he nods again, shaking his head ruefully as if it were well and truly a shame. "You did, you really did." She did offer to let them get away pain-free.
    "Do what you have to, Songbird. No one will blame you." He then shakes his head sadly at the thugs after SB shatters that glass, "Not a fun time." Though quieter than how she says it.

Sanjeev Bassi has posed:
    As the tendrils wrapped around his arms and shoulders, Sanjeev could feel his stomach roil in response. What.../was/ this stuff? It was inky and gooey and felt altogether disgustingly uncomfortable.

    "Can we just...not do this?" he asked, trying to keep himself in check as he addressed the monster before him seriously. "I'm not the guy you're looking for. Not everyone takes a look at a dangerous situation and goes running headlong into it like you three." He finished with a sigh. Well, whatever. He was resigned to the fact that this demon thing would take him where it wanted to at the moment. If all else failed, Sanjeev could always "walk" out of the situation. Hopefully, the woman wasn't as crazy violent as she appeared to be.

    The henchman that had divulged the information to Melissa spoke up as she threatened them further. "What the hell, lady?!" he exclaimed, still keeping his body on the floor. "I told you what you wanted to know even though the other guys wouldn't!" Glancing sidelong at Alexander, he sighed as he replied, "I dunno, some chatroom kind of thing. Computer just seemed to know where to go. Seemed hella weird, but a guy who can do that can circumvent security, right? Looked like he had the right abilities for the job that he claimed to have."

Leon O'Malley has posed:
Leon holds up a hand at Sanjeev's protests, "You can tell it to the violent pretty lady downstairs. If I were you, I'd start thinking real hard on getting my story straight, and hope like hell the goons dont recognize you." He says before turning back and walking off the edge of the building, then down the side like he was walking down the street, "...Ugh, never gonna get used to this..." A few moments later, the pair are in the bank, Leon's tendrils gently lowering Sanjeev back to the floor before releasing him and retracting, "Found this guy up on the roof across the street. Seemed suspicious. He was perfectly poised to monitor the goons. You wanna question him, femme fatale?"

Melissa Gold has posed:
    Leon's return gets a courtesy power-down of the sonics. And a disappointed look. Dammit, the black guy always messes up her fun.
    "Alex?" she asks, "could you watch the faces of these guys while I converse with the new one? See if there's, you know, recognition or something."
    Then, without so much as a glance backward she walks toward Sanjeev. There's no grace whatsoever in her stance, beyond the grace of raw power. For showy reasons she walks into a desk, sending it flying as it completely fails to impede her motion. (There is grace in that hidden hip check she gave, but only a fellow pro would likely recognize the move from the ring.)
    "You. You have fifteen seconds to explain yourself and convince me you're not with them." Her thumb hooks over her shoulder at the pair on the floor. "If you don't convince me, well, it'll be a pretty short fall before the ground."

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    And the opinion of the young Olympian, hazel eyes lifting up to meet the gaze of that thug that explains things to him? He sums up that opinion by saying simply, "Neat." And smiling. Though he might actually be taking some notes as he hits a few buttons on the cell, lightly keying a few things to life and then setting a few apps rolling. That done he turns off the screen and pockets the phone once again, arms still folded as he looks off after Songbird, then over towards Leon and his prize.
    An eyebrow quirks as the youth looks thoughtful, then Alexander's head bobs as he murmurs, "Authorities are probably going to be here soon." Just an observation.
    Then Songbird asks of him to observe and he nods, "Alright." He focuses upon them, observing, gauging. It shouldn't be too difficult considering the steady thrum and pulse of fear that seems to come from them, like the steady beat of a heart only this one subtly feeds the Olympian there.
    Then as she tries to intimidate Sanjeev, Alex calls out over his shoulder, "Want me to count to fifteen?"

Sanjeev Bassi has posed:
    So, first he was held in place by inky, gooey tentacle things, then dragged down a building to a broken into bank that smelled like piss. Now, the woman who broke a guy's arm straight up was walking toward him threatening him after she sent a desk flying across the room. Color him freaked the hell out.

    "Stay the /hell/ away from me!" he exclaimed, pointing at Melissa, his eyes wide. "I already explained to that demon guy over there that I don't know these guys! I'm in Brooklyn on my own business. Though, it's already wildly apparent he doesn't believe me. Though, considering what I've seen so far, if you two are heroes it's no wonder my father thinks the way he does about them."

    It was time to pull the ripcord. Hopefully, his constitution would be able to take it.

    Raising both hands in front of himself, Sanjeev flicked Melissa off and stepped forward, promptly vanishing from existence. There was no telltale puff of smoke or anything of the sort. He was just gone. Though, considering the fear he felt, Alexander would likely be able to sense Sanjeev's presence, but it was spiking all over the world in random locations. Finally, he stepped out of the fourth dimension and back into reality ten blocks away in an alley. Hunching over, he placed a fist against the wall of a building as he tried to weather the waves of nausea he felt. Well, at least they weren't as bad as they had been. He had lived with the fear and running from them in the fourth dimension for what felt like twenty minutes, but it had only been moments here. Time passing in the fourth dimension never synched correctly. Maybe that was the origin of the nausea he felt? He should probably check that possibility later.

Leon O'Malley has posed:
Leon looks around as Sanjeeve just isn't there anymore, "Well...That's a problem..." He then looks outside as the sound of sirens close in, "Damn...Kid's right, we need to me." Before the goons can try and make a break for it, they're suddenly being sprayed with webbing, pinning them to the floor where Melissa had them, "We should leave." Leon says as he takes his own advice, tendril snapping off the lip of the broken window then back up to the rooftop for a get away beginning.

Melissa Gold has posed:
    "You know," Melissa drawls, "I get the feeling he's not with these guys."
    She glances over her shoulder to conceal her grin from Leon, letting Alexander (and the thugs) see it instead. "Call it women's intuition," she adds sarcastically.
    Then the sirens. She ponders a bit. "Stay or go?" Beat. "Go. Can't stand paperwork."
    "Hey, Alex, need a lift or you wanna talk to the cops? I mean this is cut and dried, and these dudes here know I'll come after 'em if they try and pretend they're innocents, so I think they don't actually need us, right?"
    She doesn't wait for the answer. Leon gone, she fires up her sonics and just grabs Alex with a fist of sonic force, making like a bird, him in tow, and flocking off.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    "I dunno," Alex starts to say as he turns to look at the thugs, "I'm kinda curious about this website thing and... ULP!" Out of nowhere he's /YOINKED/ into the air by the sonic fist that holds his arm and carries him aloft. It's with a whoosh and a rush of air that he grimaces even as he maintains his grip though looking down is an annoying thing.
    "Just to make this clear, I am not your sidekick."
    Though with how things look... yeah.
    Sidekick.